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Maybe it’s because I was rushing stuff for work and mission yesterday and, like Wonder Woman, got it all done by 3AM. Still, I don’t know why after several months of feeling no connection with my twin whatsoever, I dreamt of him.

This was a long dream, not his usual cameo appearance in my dreams where, upon waking, I was confused if I really dreamt about him or my imagination just conjured up dreaming of him.

The first part of my dream was that M was meeting with my dad. He was thin, his body frame years after our last meeting which I had seen in pictures of him. I was close by but I didn’t get near them. It’s like I was just watching while they were negotiating something. He was wearing white. That much, I remember.

I know they spoke of meeting up again at another venue, and that’s where the second part of my dream kicked in. He left and I wasn’t able to talk to him.

Venue for Part 2 of my dream was at a theatre. It didn’t seem like a movie theatre, but like a play was being staged there. I was still there with my family and then he came up, holding a toddler with this girl, presumably his wife, in tow.

I was closer to my dad this time, still, just watching and observing them. It was as if it were a movie premier and everyone was still chatting and getting comfortable in their seats while the lights were still on.

At first, I thought that the woman he was with was his karmic. In fact, when I was looking at her, her face morphed from the karmic to that of another woman. My dream was so vivid, it was like viewing it in HD. The girl was wearing a black lace sleeveless dress and she was practically clinging to him while he was holding their child.

As M and my dad said their goodbyes, they headed towards their seats, M holding his toddler, and girl in tow. We were already positioned in our seats which was mid-theatre. My eyes followed them to where they were sitting. It was at the back of the theatre and in my dream, I was wondering why I had forgotten that he would most probably sit there. He had told me that already before in real life. He said that because he was tall and didn’t want to block the view of the other movie-goers, he would usually sit in the back.

So there I was watching M and his new family getting settled in their seats. We didn’t speak to each other directly in my dream. And when I woke up, of course, the first thing I thought was why he appeared in my dreams with a lengthy appearance at that. Then it hit me, that this could possibly be some remote viewing and that was his situation in 3D already. I have no idea what’s going on with him.

And what if it were true? That after years of contending with the karmic and waiting for him to show up at my doorstep, he gets into a relationship with some other woman and lives out my dream of him with her instead?

I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel as though the earth would swallow me whole. I went about my day, busy as usual, even though what the dream meant was nagging at the back of my mind. I asked my Higher Self and Spiritual Team what message did they mean to give me with that dream, but I didn’t get any answers.

When I got home though, I was exhausted. I couldn’t even do mission-related stuff because I was just wiped out.